تسجيل الدخولVINCENT’S POVRain thundered violently against the old windows, as if the heavens were crying with me. The tiny room felt suffocating, lit only by a flickering lantern that cast long, trembling shadows. Paris had finally woken up, but she was so weak. She could barely move. Her voice came out in soft, broken whispers. I sat beside her on the creaky bed, my hands gentle as I cleaned the dried blood from her arms, her neck, and her swollen face. Every bruise I touched sent fresh waves of guilt and pain crashing through my heart.Tears blurred my vision as I wiped her skin carefully. I could not hold it in any longer. The secret had been tearing me apart for too long."Paris," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "I have to tell you something. Please... hear me."She turned her head slowly, her tired eyes meeting mine. "Is this about Selene?”“No, just…” I sighed, already doubting the timing. She wrapped her fingers around my arm and nodded. “I’m listening,” I swallowed the lu
PARIS POVThe entire block was filled with a deafening silence after Morgana was dragged out. The echo of her cries and pleas settled seconds after the last gate was locked, leaving me grounded and alone.I pushed myself forward, forcing the muscles in my legs and arms to move as I reached for the bars. I had to get on my feet, and I had to do it soon, before any of the guards returned and discovered that the gate to my cell wasn’t completely locked from outside. I pushed, groaned, winced, ignoring the ache that buzzed all over me. My skin scraped against the floor, opening fresh cuts until I grabbed the bars. I sighed, breathing gently as I leaned against it. The moment I tried to stand, I heard the other gate open. Someone was coming. I let myself fall again, just a few inches away from the gate. The guy that dragged Morgana out returned to his post. But he didn’t just stand there. He poked his head through the bars and spat on me. “Your cell mate just got released. Sad, isn
SELENE’S POVThe heavy rain was the least of my problems. I stood in the open, staring at the tall gates of Jules city as the rain drenched me. Neither the rain nor the storm could stop the raging thoughts swirling in my head. What exactly would I tell him? How exactly would I get Morgana out?I stood in the middle of the storm, thinking deeply. A car rode past me. That was the first. It didn’t bother to stop. A second passed. Then a third. The fourth car stopped somewhere around the corner, and someone hurried out holding an umbrella. All I could see was the flay part of her gown and her shoes until she raised the umbrella above our heads. “Lady Selene,” I quickly wiped my tears and straightened my back. “Lily,” I called. My sob choked me again, causing me to pause for a second. “How did you find me?” “I knew this was the only place you’d be. Everyone’s searching for you. The high assembly has taken up a case against you, and your position as war matron has been taken away.”
VINCENT’S POVOur car drove down the hill, taking a turn close to the end of the road until it finally came to a halt. Steffon turned off the ignition and leaned into the chair. The lights went off, hiding the car in the darkness covering the atmosphere. I leaned forward and looked through the window, taking a quick head count of the people pacing around the woods. They looked…different. Their hairs fully covered, eyes bright red and glowing in the dark. Just like that of the woman in red, the same one who told me Paris was my mate. “Are you sure she stays here?” Steffon asked. He looked skeptical. But that was the same way I felt deep down. The people pacing the woods looked like blades wrapped in fine sheets. And the woman who spoke to me months ago looked nothing as dangerously wrapped as them. I affirmed with a nod, opening the door. “Yes”. We got down, analyzing the area before I took the first step. “Where are we going?” Steffon asked. “To find her,”“How do we find a wom
SELENE’S POVI left the men who followed me down to Storm riders Pack just to look for Mason to confirm he was dead, because that’s the rumor that followed Vincent’s exit. My search took a while. My first stop was the holding cell. But what was left there was blood being mopped by the workers. I asked around, followed directions until I arrived at the door of a doctor. I peeked through the window and saw her. A face very familiar to me on the battlefield. Carla, One of Vincent’s loyal warriors. Was she the doctor everyone was talking about? How did Carla reform herself into something different? Years ago she served Vincen. Everyone knew about Carla even though where they resided was the Crow pack. They called her a lethal weapon. Vincent’s deadliest. Watching her from the window attending mason’s injuries felt…unreal. I was almost tempted to walk in when Liam returned to the bed with a tray containing hot liquid. I hurried back to the hiding place, leaning against the window
PARIS POVI was pushed off the person holding me and landed roughly on board. I scrambled to my feet instantly, searching for my way out in the dark. The cloth around my eyes had already begun to hurt like I had thorns forced into both of them. My hands shot up to tear at the blindfold, but rough fingers clamped around my wrists before I could loosen it. “Don’t,” a low voice growled near my ear. “King’s orders. You keep it on until he says otherwise.”I twisted against the grip, my heart hammering so hard it drowned out the distant crash of waves. We were near the sea. How far had they taken us? How long had I been unconscious?Before I was blindfolded, I saw Morgana being dragged down the staircase. She’s supposed to be here with me. But I haven’t heard a word from her. Or a cry. “Morgana?”I called, voice cracking. No answer. Only the hiss of wind and the murmur of men moving around me. “Morgana, where are you?”A sharp shove between my shoulder blades sent me stumbling forward. “Q







